Jack Move

- I need a warrant check on 2 suspects wearing Black Dickeys and dirty white t-shirts - I have one black and one Mexican They have five outstanding warrants Armed and considered skanless - I'll run 'em in for questoning "Damn Mr. Officer, you know who you're fucking with?" [ VERSE 1: Hi-C ] Threw on a beanie, 'bout 12:37 With thoughts on my mind of a 211 Threw on my fresh socks and my stomping boots A brand new pair of brownies and my khaki suit So I said to myself it's time to go jack I grabbed a couple clips, loaded up the gat I ran out the house, jumped in the Cutlass Tired of bein broke, damn, fuck this Hopped on the freeway lookin for the area Showin no mercy and I'm not gonna spare ya Searchin like a eagle but I ain't found shit But just as the moment I was about to quit Out jumps this Mustang doin 'bout 50 Driver bumpin sounds, he's rollin real swiftly Now when I seen him I punched the gas But I couldn't catch his ass cause he goin too fast But hell yeah, I'mma get him tonight I never wouldn'ta caught him but thanks to the red light I'm in the left lane and he's on the right Hey homeboy, you better check your taillights Man, them muthafuckas don't work He pulled over to the side like a stupid-ass jerk He hopped out his car and walked to the back Then I drew down with my gat, I said, "Punk, this a jack Empty your pockets and drop your keys" His girl screamed out, "Don't take his car, please" I said, "Bitch, get your ass out You know what I'm about, I'll knock your ass out" Grabbed her ass by the hair and drug her out the window Pushed out the car while I fired up the Indo So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre "I shot" "Shoot me, motherfucker" "Too" "Dumb muthafucka" "Whether red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter" "You "Suckers" "Hey homes" "Compton" [ VERSE 2: Hi-C ] Rollin them Daytons, yeah, profilin Turned on Rosecrans, the suckers got to smilin They got to wavin, so I said fuck it I ain't wavin back, they jumped in they bucket Lookin in my mirror it's niggas all on my ass So I said to my girl I'mma have to blast So I bust a turn on [Name] Street Then I pulled a muthaufckin .357 out the seat Them niggas jumped out 12-guage ( ? ) Give me the keys to your shit, or get shot in the rump My girl got out first, they said (Ooh, look at that) Not knowin my bitch had the big, big gat I got out and just threw 'em the keys Then my girl said (Don't take his car, please) Looked at my girl and gave her the sign The girl whipped out the gat and she blast three times ( *gunshot* ) 1 nigga laid dead The other cocked back the gauge and shot her in the leg "Don't shoot my girl," I begged and begged But my girl shot again and blew his brains out his head So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre - Pull over the vehicle - Aw baby, they tryina stop us and shit, baby - Pull over the vehicle - I ain't stoppin for they... Fuck it, I'mma stop - Alright, alright What are you up to over here? - Hey man, I'm on the way to the hospital, man - Did you realize this is a 35, man? - Man, don't you see my girl's shot, muthafucka? - Man, where's your license? - Man, fuck... - Where's your registration? Get out of the car, man - Man, fuck you [ VERSE 3: Hi-C ] Nigga rollin through my hood with some big fat chains Didn't know who he was, he musta lost his brain He's ready to get beat and stomped on A kid from Oakland tryina roll through Compton? There's a bitch on the block named Sue A ho in the hood everybody been through I didn't have to guess cause I already knew That that's the fuckin house that he's gonna stop to He was rollin a clean-ass Lac On Daytons and 20s, a bumper kit in the back I said damn, now who in the fuck is that? He had diamonds on his hands and his chains was fat He went in Sue house, I don't know what they was doin But me knowiin Sue they was probably screwin Now this nigga musta been on crack So I rushed into my house, broke out the bumper jack Stripped his shit and left it sittin on bricks Fool-ass fag was in a hell of a fix He was ready to leave the house So I crept up to the door when I heard his big mouth He kissed Sue and said good night I threw my left hands on the chains, I bombed with the right You know Sue, the stupid ass bitch The ho in the hood done turned into a snitch Police pulled me over, I said what the fuck I do? "I'm Crawf, officer, it wasn't me "Shut up, nigger, don't they call you Hi-C?" They turned they back, then I broke down the street I almost got away till a K9 creeped But it caught me and almost chewed my ass to death I was almost dead, I had one thing left Grabbed a 40 bottle, bust the dog in the head Police stopped, check to see if he was dead But by that time I was down the street Sayin, "Ha, you silly muthafuckas can't catch me" So watch out, fool, don't let me catch ya slippin I'll be another car that I'll just be strippin Me, Hi-C is one mean compadre Tu no me gustas, chinga tu madre Yeah Straight for the nine-o, fool Hi-C and Tony-A straight jackin muthafuckas So make sure your windows are rolled up and your door are locked Cause that's the only way your ass won't get got And I don't give a fuck about y'all packin Because I'm down, Skanless is fuckin jackin